"And we were kept ten minutes over the usual time for recess." "Gee, but it's hot to-day," muttered Tom Reade, fanning himself with his straw hat.
"Oh, what wouldn't I give, right now, for a good swim down at Foster's Pond!" muttered Purcell moodily.
"Well, why can't we have it ?" suggested Gint.
"We couldn't get back by the time recess is over," replied Purcell.
"The end of recess would be when we _did_ get back, wouldn't it!" asked a senior.
"Let's go, anyway!" urged another boy, restlessly.
As students were allowed to spend their recess quietly on the near-by streets, if they preferred, the girls generally deserted the yard.
The spirit of mischievous mutiny was getting loose among the young men.

Nor will anyone who remembers his own school days wonder much at that.

In June, when the end of the school year is all but at hand, restraints become trebly irksome.
Dick's own face was glowing.

As much as any boy there he wanted a swim, just now, down in Foster's Pond.

Oh, how he wanted it! "See here, fellows," Prescott called to some of the nearest ones.
"And you especially, Charley Grady, for you're studying to be a lawyer." "What has a lawyer to do with the aching desire for a swim ?" inquired Grady.
"Well, post us a bit," begged Dick.